OK, I guess I can start on today's page now, since it is today.

My brother Dan taught me something. I've been taking Zantac for years now, and it's wonderful. But I've been taking it in the morning, along with all of my other pills, even though it says "take one before bedtime". OK, so I go to bed half the time after I take my zantac. The other half of the time, I don't want to go to sleep until the night. And I have trouble sleeping nights frequently. More so than days, usually. Well, Dan explained the way the drug works, it keeps the stomach from producing acid. And if your stomach produced acid while you sleep, and especially if you have a hiatal hernia, your stomach hurts. Mine usually hurts enough to wake me up. Solution? Follow the directions. RTFM. Damn, I feel stupid. But my tummy doesn't hurt! Dan has similar problems and has got all of this figgered out already. Thanx, Dan!

Doug has made the reservations for our annual March Texas trip. It will be much better than last years trip, I hope. The accommodations will at least be better, and the weather surely can't be any worse! We will be staying in a much better place, one that has a good restaurant, and it will have three queen-size beds. One downstairs (for Doug, because he snores terribly) and two upstairs for Greg and I. Greg is a kansas highway patrolman, I don't know him too well, but I I've fished with him a couple of times and he seems like a really nice guy. Les is not going to be able to go this year.

I'm going to try to get some frames off of my camcorder to put in here tonight; a couple of Dan and my Mom and some of my Aunt Ene and Uncle Eldon. I was having some maybe minor problems with it... it ate a tape... but I hope I got something worthwhile anyway. It'll be a moot point by the time you read this anyway.

Dan & my Mom in front of Mom's house in Enid.

My brother Dan

My Aunt Ene

Of all of my relatives, the one that I always liked best was Aunt Ene. I guess it was because she didn't scare me the way almost everyone else did. She has a couple of kids, Erroll and Myrna who I used to really like, but I haven't had much contact with them lately. Erroll had a motorcycle wreck years ago that gave him a brain injury that really affected his life... at least that's what everyone says. Hard tellin' what he would've done otherwise. Myrna has a bunch of kids and grandkids now and lives in OK City. I saw her about five years ago.

Dan and I spent a lot of time talking about philosophy in general, and he recommended some books for me. One of the things that came up was that I have never really found anything to believe in. If I ever do, I will probably be a raving maniac on the subject... but it probably won't happen. I've never found a "cause" that I could get enthusiastic about... antixianity isn't it really, either, it's just something to talk about. A non-cause as it were. Everything I've ever considered seems to have major logical flaws... Anyone got a cause for me?

Well, I think I'll put this up and go cruising the net, catch up on some of the other journalers. And catch up on my email too, heck, why not? I may put some other stuff up later. If you're on my notify list, I'll let you know! Otherwise, check back later....